Some Rainbow - coming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock's purple train
Feather by feather - on the plain -
Fritters itself away!
The dreamy Butterflies bestir!
Lethargic pools resume the whirr
Of last year's sundered tune -
From some old Fortress on the Sun
Baronial Bees march - one by one -
In murmuring platoon!
The Robins stand as thick today
As flakes of snow did, yesterday -
On fence, and roof - and twig -
The Orchis binds her feather on
For her old lover - Don the Sun.
Revisiting the Bog.
over - [Written by Dickinson]

Without Commander Countless - still -
The Regiments of Wood and Hill
In bright detachments stand!
Behold! Whose Multitudes are these?
The Children of whose Turbaned seas -
Or what Circassian Land!
Emily.
Dear Sue,
I havnt "paid you an
attention" for some time.
Girl.

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Transcription and commentary copyright 1996 by Martha Nell Smith, all rights reserved
Last updated on September 11, 1998
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